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Williwaw

you spoke of my williwaw in dry terms, yet my williwaw survived. my williwaw grew and learned to speak and was given a name. my williwaw at times can curse candles and speak in foriegn tongues. how strange is my williwaw's form as he rattles the wind chimes on my front porch. they tried to chain my williwaw once and he fled forever north of certainty and reason. some used to ask if my williwaw would ever come by again, but they dont seem to ask anymore these days.. 'wil·li·waw [wil-ee-waw] –noun a violent squall that blows in near-polar latitudes, as in the Strait of Magellan, Alaska, and the Aleutian Island.. websters dictionary'

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Date: 3/28/2010 11:57:00 AM
Can't decide if this is metaphoric language for something else or are you speaking of the Williwaw that does not come much any more..Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
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